Netherworld Mafia [Concluded]

[Paradox]

Does the fact that I haven't voted to keep this fair not impress you people!?

[Sarathos]

Man, i missed another voting round. I real sorry guys, i have been studying my ass off for my maths exam on friday. I am here and willing to play so I hope I don't get WOGed. I can't go letting the town down like that...

Next round I promise to cast a vote. As for TB, I say just WOG him because i think he has lost interest. He doesn't study so he has no excuse, except maybe he is doing work on his Castle game.

[pevergreen]

And studying for his two Harder exams.
But he does seem to lose interest a lot.

[Twilightblade]

Me lose interest?

[pevergreen]

Hi Twilightblade, nice to see you around.

What are your thoughts on the game so far?

Hi Sarathos, nice to see you around.

What are your thoughts on the game so far?

[FactionHeir]

Blatant baiting

[TinCow]

TB I walked with to the bus (10 minutes) he doesnt sound like he cares. Hes townie, always like this when hes townie.

Why do people join a game if they're going to back out if they get assigned as a townie? This is only my second mafia game, and I already find it very annoying. It's rude to both the host, who has put so much time into organizing the game, and to the rest of the players, who have the balance screwed up.

If you're going to go inactive if you get a townie role, don't join the game in the first place.

[Andres]

Yes, townie is a fun role once you get the hang of it.

[Drisos]

Yes, townie is a fun role once you get the hang of it.

Reason?

Well, you show up, and give the deciding vote on TP, with no reason, while it had been argued that TP wasn't a good choice because he was AFK so couldn't defend himself. Scummy.

Does the fact that I haven't voted to keep this fair not impress you people!?

It could very well be that your mate Ichigo did it for you. One of you is getting my vote next round!

[Joe Monks]

I havent been wogged yet. To be honest Things are pretty bad with me right now. I have not got the time to read the thread.

For now considering who is most likely to be scum is probably sasaki.

Vote:Sasaki

[Seamus Fermanagh]

I havent been wogged yet. To be honest Things are pretty bad with me right now. I have not got the time to read the thread.

For now considering who is most likely to be scum is probably sasaki.

Vote:Sasaki

Aside from the fact that it is currently night-time (N3) and that Sasaki was killed on N2, you're good to go.

[Sigurd]

I havent been wogged yet. To be honest Things are pretty bad with me right now. I have not got the time to read the thread.

For now considering who is most likely to be scum is probably sasaki.

Vote:Sasaki

This is blatant WIFOM. I don't buy it. Me thinks Joe is scum.
I think we got a feather wing - but I can't for the love of Beelzebub believe someone would pull a stunt like this.

[Warmaster Horus]

Well... Since Sigurd up there says it:
Vote:Joe Monks

[Seamus Fermanagh]

Well... Since Sigurd up there says it:
Vote:Joe Monks

NIGHT...as in dark outside....no voting until that bright yellow thing peaks out...



Is this mafia or a Keystone Cops flick!

[Csargo]

Well, you show up, and give the deciding vote on TP, with no reason, while it had been argued that TP wasn't a good choice because he was AFK so couldn't defend himself. Scummy.

I posted in this thread that I wouldn't be able to participate from Sunday til Tuesday night. Once I got back I read the thread and decided.

As for TP, I'd much rather lynch someone who isn't around rather than someone who is actually posting. And since the vote was tied I really didn't have much other choice. It's simple logic really.

[gibsonsg91921]

Vote: Kamikhaan

What's your story, scum??

[Andres]

Did you guys put Seamus on ignore or what?

It's night. N-I-G-H-T. No voting at night.

EDIT:

Vote: Kamikhaan

What's your story, scum??

Also, kamikhaan is the host... I should rename this thread into "Absurdity mafia"

[Makanyane]

Vote: Kamikhaan

What's your story, scum??

Gah it is the keystone cops!

would everyone please stop 'voting' - so we have some hope of making sense of this when morning comes......


EDIT: Yes Andres, gibs is also dead, and Kami is the host......

[GeneralHankerchief]

I think (hope?) that last one was a joke.

[Ferret]

vote:no more voting

[gibsonsg91921]

Haha relax! Mine was a joke lol

[seireikhaan]

Btw, all orders are in now, so I'll get started on writeups.

[seireikhaan]

Twilightblade stumbled back towards his guard post, still hung over from a previous night which included an epic bout of drinking and demon orgies. Unfortunately, he was so hungover at the council he had not even managed to utter a single vote for whomever he thought was attempting to bring ruin to their sanctuary. As he reached the entrance, he sat down, hoping to recoup and rest a bit from his previous nights activities. A couple hours later, a pounding sound came to his bleary ears, sounding as though I giant were cruising across the landscape. However, twas no giant, but a new figure it was. A brutish intruder stood before Twilightblade, with a large club slung over its shoulder. Twilightblade managed to give the intruder a filthy, unfocussed glare before the intruder, in apparent disgust, grasped the club in both hands, and smashed the incoherent demon into an unrecognizable mess.


Tiberius of the Drake was overseeing his watch over a group of souls, though paying little actual attention. Tiberius' focus was on the novel he had buried his face in, leeching in every word. Books reminded him of the world of living, and represented a place other than that of which he was so familiar with. He was so focused on his book that he did not even notice the figure walking up to him. He did not realize anything was amiss until his book was literally ripped from his hands by a burning whip. “Wha-” Tiberius had not even finished his sentence when a terrible, black blade had run through his skull, ripping it to fragments.

“How despicable,” the intruder stated. “What worthlessness is this?” The intruder turned a hand to the fragments of pages on the ground, and let loose a blaze of inferno to engulf the words contained within.



Tratorix was withdrawing to his cavernous home, irritated that the council had disagreed with his opinions regarding lynch. However, there was little to be done in the meantime. As he withdrew to most private, he was most surprised to find an alluring demoness awaiting in his quarters. The demoness took notice of her new arrival, and immediately began a sultry stroll towards Tratorix.

“Wha... Who are you...?” Tratorix managed to formulate.

“Oh, I'm just looking for a big, strong, demon to have some fun with.” The demoness responded as she ran a finger along Tratorix's chest. Tratorix decided a bit of 'fun' couldn't hurt, besides, they had plenty of time...He leaned closer to the demoness, to reciprocate her movements. As he neared his mouth to her hers, a sudden, sharp pain rippled across his torso. Stunned, his face turned downwards to find the source of the agonizing fire. He found the demoness' hand punctured through his midsection, feeling claws scraping his insides. He ripped his focus away, back to the demoness, and found an entirely different creature staring him in the face. An animalish face grinned back, fangs bearing. The bizarre intruder's grin then ceased, and in a quick snap, those same fangs became buried in Tratorix's neck, as the intruder ripped and shredded what it could from its victim. Tratorix quickly collapsed in a heap, his wounds far too severe for him to sustain.

As the intruder left the corpse, it glanced back, and uttered, “I'm glad you found me to be so foxy,” before turning once more, a grin on its face.




Fahad I ran back to his home, intent on leaving the company of the seeming many who had wished for his death at the council. Unfortunately for Fahad, he had not his own private cavern like many others, and instead made do with a lean-to against one of the towering mountains throughout the Netherworld. As he got there, he found his lean-to ransacked, devoid of every possession he ever had. Stunned, he scoured over the area, searching for any clue as to how it could have happened.

“Fahad, wondering where your possessions have gone?” A new character had revealed itself from a craggy outcropping above the lean-to. It was a tall, elegant looking character, though it wielded a scythe in its left hand, as well as a pitch-black hood covering its handsome face. “Come on, I'll give you two guesses who took them.” The intruder held up its right hand, two fingers extended. “Hmm, I'll give you a hint. That person is in this very area, and it isn't you.” A grin became visible beneath the hood.

“Damn it, what was this for?!” Fahad demanded.

“Oh, its not as though it matters. After all, you're going to DIE!” the intruder yelled with glee, before dashing from the outcropping with pure ease. However, quite unexpectedly, the intruder's path became quite obstructed. Bounding from the distance in a blaze, a large, fierce creature tackled the intruder beneath its feet. Fierce heads growled down at the pinned intruder. “What?!” The intruder pryed its left hand from beneath the massive creature's foot, and slashed with great effort at one of the heads. The creature reared back, avoiding the blow, but also giving the intruder a chance to escape from under it. The intruder lept into the air, seemingly floating on nothing, circling the new beast at high speed, looking for a chance to strike. “Nasty beasty, that wasn't very nice!” the intruder mockingly accused. “I'll have to punish you for your misdeeds!” The intruder finally found an opportune moment to strike, but just as it descended, it was yanked backwards by yet another new member to the fray. A large, serpentine head had struck from behind the intruder, snagging the intruder in its jaws. The intruder, swung its scythe around in a desperate arc, and the blade found its target true. The beast's head was severed from its neck, the jaws releasing the intruder from their grasp. “Hah, there are lots of nasty beasties lurking here, aren't there?” However, the intruder soon became puzzled when the beast, without its head, did not fall. Rather, out of the severed neck, were incomprehensible lumps of flesh growing at alarming rates. “What, these beasties do not die when I sever their heads?” After twenty long seconds of bizarre engrossment, the intruder suddenly became aware of what was growing from the severed neck. Furthermore, a scan of the surroundings showed that Fahad I was nowhere to be found. “I have no time to meddle with these beasties,” the intruder muttered to itself. The intruder picked up speed and retreated from the two ferocious beasts, frustrated that its kill had been foiled...


Meanwhile, in the home of Sigurd Fafnesbane....



“Yes, this should do quite well,” a wheezy voice mumbled to itself. “The body's still in remarkable condition, this should not be too difficult.” The bizarre character drug the corpse of the previously slain Sigurd Fafnesbane onto an intricate pentagram chiseled into the rock floor, and layed the pieces together in the places they were when Fafnesbane was alive. The character withdrew from its cloak several jars, filled with all sorts of strange powders, gels, and materials which could only be guessed at... The character layed the materials in precise order on the corpse, stopping here and there to alter the ingredients. The character finally finished, capped the jars, and shuffled backwards. It layed hands on points of the pentagram, and began a long, intricate chant. Roughly two hours later, a chaotic light streamed from the lines of the pentagram, engulfing the character and corpse. The chanting accelerated, becoming faster and faster until it became incomprehensible. The light then focused into a spiraling vortex, hovering over the corpse of Sigurd. About 15 minutes later, the spiral had apparently achieved a desirable size or strength, and the character pulled its hands from the ground, finally, and instead palmed the vortex, guiding it towards the corpse of Sigurd, downwards and downwards, slowly but surely. As the vortex made contact with the corpse, light suddenly beamed from the eye sockets of the body, and it began hovering, as though seeking out the rest of the vortex. The character continued guiding the vortex into the body, until the job was finally accomplished. The body then hovered completely upright, and set itself on its feet. The character, realizing its mission was accomplished, immediately picked up the rest of its supplies, and fled the cavern. Meanwhile, the body, devoid of the magic which had levitated it, remained standing upright. Suddenly, its head shook violently, as though shaking the cobwebs out. Then, amazingly, its eyes opened, and its mouth and nostrils inhaled. Sigurd was once more alive...




Killed: 10

Shlin28 (N1)
Warluster (N1)
Scottishranger (N1)
Sigurd Fafnesbane (N2)
Proletariat (N2)
Gibsonsg91921 (N2)
Sasaki Kojiro (N2)
Twilightblade (N3)
Tratorix (N3)
TiberiusoftheDrake (N3)

Attacked: 1

Fahad I (N3)

Lynched: 2

Beefy187 (D1)

TruePraetorian (D2)

WoG'd: 0

Suicide: 0

Alive: 27

Andres
BannanaBob
Caius
CountArach
Crazed Rabbit
Drisos
EliteFerret
FactionHeir
Fahad I
GeneralHankerchief
Hannibalbarc
Ichigo
Joe Monks
Kommodus
Makanyane
Mouzafphaerre
Northnovas
Omanes Alexandropolites
pevergreen
Rythmic
Sarathos
Seamus Fermanagh
SigurdFafnesbane
TinCow
Warmaster Horus
woad&fangs
Yaropolk

[Crazed Rabbit]

Welcome back, Sigurd, to the land of the living. Though I suppose the Netherworld isn't exactly the land of the living.

Good news, for us loathsome demons - it seems we have a protector and a powerful healer, though I would speculate the ability to bring back the dead is limited.

CR

[Sarathos]

And studying for his two Harder exams.

I do Bio as well...

Twilightblade stumbled back towards his guard post, still hung over from a previous night which included an epic bout of drinking and demon orgies

Well thats was shorted lived...too many parties

In other news, now we know there is a vampire around, a female vampire, the deadlist kind. Also a demon who devours books..interesting.

Also, how in Netherworld did Sigurd come back to life

[seireikhaan]

Oh, and I almost forgot: voting ends at 6:30 P.M./18:30 CST. For Euros, that's 23:30 GMT.

Edit: Sarathos, the flames 'devoured' the book. Its a figure of speech, but I changed the wording anyways. The killer didn't eat the book.

[GeneralHankerchief]

Wow, that's an awesome ability.

[TruePraetorian]

Ah...I return only to find that I have been lynched..

Well, my internet was completley down..we had a snow storm and a transformer broke..so sorry that I was so inactive.

Bad lynch choice..good luck town...

[Crazed Rabbit]

Sarathos - Vampire?

It seemed more like a werewolf creature.

CR

[TinCow]

Also, how in Netherworld did Sigurd come back to life

And more importantly, is he still a townie? Is it a pure resurrection to his old role (assuming his old role was townie) or does the process change him into something else?